The Fockit, or, In and Out Again
In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit...
In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet Hole, filled with the ends of turds and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy Hole with nothing about it worth eating or slobbering at: it was a Fockit Hole, and that means comfort. This particular Fockit – What is a Fockit? Fockits are a Tiny People, just small enough to be able to squeeze into and out of a Hole when they need to, and invisible, indee...